Ramble of my inner thoughts.
do you think you things happen for a reason. like do are certain people placed in your life to hurt you or to love you to make you learn forget hurt and live or are things kind of impulsive like how do we know these things and what's going to happen.
like what if I just left. no reason whatsoever just got up and walk away because I wasn't happy with my life but what kind of consequences would unfold due to this unhappiness. would it cause people I once loved to feel the same empty feelings as me or
would it make them see a clearer picture and happier with their life.
or what if i just stopped talking. like I don't want to talk I don't want to express my inner thoughts so what if I decided to stop talking and never gave a clear answer to why. would it cause people to call me crazy or wonder what happened would it really need to be justified or just left.
or what if I spoke to a counsellor about how I felt how I don't feel things anymore and how I get unbelievable sad when I know I should be happy but I don't feel anything. I don't feel happy. would they send me away or to treatment call me crazy make me see a therapist.
what if I kissed someone out of the blue a random would it make them confess their undying love you me or make them never speak to me again.
what if the things we did didn't decide our future but our impulses those split second decisions that do.
I once ran away and I left for quiet some time but I came back what if I hadn't of come back.
what I'm trying to say is this world life mind thoughts it's all a ticking time bomb really every tick is another decision another impulse another thought and many are forgotten many are left behind as you lose count of the ticks but soon the bomb explodes and everyone is shocked scared even but soon the catastrophe ends and people forget what happened. that's what happens with people and there lives. we live in agony of
our silent conversations without selves and our thoughts become our enemies and it's ticking and then we die we explode and soon are forgotten just a distant memory that fades just as the explosion it ends and everyone moves on and forgets. that's what's going to happen to all of us. so why are we trying so hard to be perfect when in the end no one is going to even know our names let alone our lives thoughts ideas or stories. why bother when we're all going to die.
